Captains Log:
the Journey to Gallia is going smoothly, no interuptions, nothing everything seems perfect
date of today, *john scratches his forhead* its somewhere in 816,
intercom: ALERT ALERT, Incoming Dark matter Wave, Hold your seats tight
*john secures himself on his bed*
The ship is tumbling like a drunk sailor john tought, suddenly all light popped out,
he hears the engines quiting with running, then it was silent and dark, only the shouting
of people can be heard, the ships slowly comes to a stand still,
Lights turn on and the engines are making noise again
intercom: Alert is over, Capt'n Archer please report to the bridge, its urgent.
John grabbed his stuff together and walked to the Bridge, Whats going on here, Engineer: we got hit by a giant dark matter wave that pushed us in front of it,
all our navigational and communication systems are beyond repair, but the worst news is
that the engines have taken a serious blast it takes weeks to repair, maybe months,
if we even can get it repaired John: Try to get fixed what is repairable,
also create a team to work on the zbt, so that I and a small crew can search for help The engineer salutes and walks out of the bridge
John walked towards the intercoms
This is the captain speaking, will all crew report to the conference room,
you will be informed of the situation there,
as the crew slowly stumbled in some with minor injuries,
the inpatience grown, and the crew where noisy
John: people, PEOPLE, can I have your attention please,
thank you, now as we all know, we took a nasty hit from that Darkmatter wave
also the engineroom reported heavy damage on the engines, communication and navigation systems
luckely we had zero deadly casualties as what the medic bay reported me,
tough we have several heavy injured people in our medic bay, those with bruises and small injuries
are asked to keep on doing there job,
John pauses a moment, dinks some of his water
John: are there any questions?
random crewmember1: Sir, do you have any idea how long it will take to get us home John: for now its more important to get the engines running smoothly again,
according to chief engineer it could take weeks to get everything back online again.
untill then, everyone must make sure we can survive that period,
all further questions will be answered later on, all officers report to the Officers lounge,
we'll discuss further there. Good day,
John walks towards the officers lounge accompanied with his mind full of thoughts
"how are we getting back" where one of the many thoughts roaming around John's head,
when he arrived at the officers lounge.
John: what happened here, where is the rest of the officers? 2ndIC: head of navigation, head of science and the head of Greenery
are all located at the medic bay,
John Nods and sigh's
John: Oke lets get this started, how far is the ZBT? head of engineering: we have it ready by tomorrow sir,
intercom: Captain, you might want to have a look outside the window.
John walks towards the window, and is scared of what he sees
John: om my lord, what in eris name is a nomad battleship doing next to us, 2ndIC: it looks sir, as if its watching us, shall we open fire? John: Negative, look its flying away again, set course to where its heading to,
this might be our escape of this place,
2ndIC salutes yes sir, as you wish. Head of engineering: may I point to you sir, we cant fly harder then full impulse at the moment, John: I'm aware, now all back to work, we got a lot to do,
it has been 3,5 months since we left the Abundiantus,
our food rantions are almost depleated, but we keep having faith,
according to my calender it is 817 A.S, we celebrated new years eve with some extra water,
and a flashbang, acording to the navigator we will arive somewhere in the omicrons in a few days,
maybe in 2 weeks but thats when he's negative.
we run out of food rantions a few days ago,
however we still got water, even tough its recycled water.
according to our navigator are we in a deserted omicron,
that means we're close. very close
Ending log:
after John closed the log he walked to the bridge
John: navigator, have you spotted any base or pilots, Navigator: Negative sir,
just as john wanted to walk away,
navigator: Sir, look we got a contact,
its small but its a contact, John: set course hopefully its friendly and carries food, Navigator: yes sir,
an half hour later
::recording communication::
John: ahoy captain, could you tell us where we are C.M. Burns: hello, we are in omicron 74,
but your shipname it seems familiar, could you tell me you name sir? John: my name? C.M. Burns: yes John: my name is Jonathan Archer, but you may call me John,
C.M. Burns stares in unbelief to the ship
C.M. Burns: this has been a long time, how was gallia, John recognizes the voice of C.M. Burns John: Mr burns I never reached gallia, I got stuck in a Dark matter wave
the Abundiantus had mayor engine and navigational defects, but now could
you guide us to the port, we need to send repair teams towards the Abundiantus C.M. Burns: ofcourse, we'll talk this later over on freeport XV
The Alcmaria.Vitrix.II slowly docks with Freeport XV
as slowly the Alcmaria vitrix II flys away from the Abundiantus,
the rumors grows among the crew. the higher ranking officers
felled cornered by their captain, who left the ship to get earlier
in sirius then they will do,
'Officers Lounge'
James: we are flying at the moment as fast as we can, Charles: however we havent used the fuel our scientists made James: too dangerous, really, I would rather kill myself then using that experimental
feul, what would happen if we use it and we blow the propulsion system in pieces hmm? Charles: or we go 50% faster, and its really a fifty-fifty shot on this, James: nevertheless I dont take the risk as chief engineering, nor should you
as second in command, Charles: at the moment am I in command of this ship,
James smiled friendly to Charles and walked out of the lounge
Intercom: good afternoon everyone,
will all officers and head scientists report to
the officers lounge, thank you.
a half hour later, it was getting crowded
inside the officers lounge, small talk was done
almost everywhere, it was all calm and normal
like nothing actualy happend the last few weeks
2nd-IC: gentleman and ladies please take a seat,
a week has past now since Archer left us,but we still
must be at our gaurd, we must be aware of hostilities ag...
Huge alarmbells starting to ring, all lights automaticly flashed to
combat lights, before james even could finish his sentence
Intercomm: All crew report to their stations at once,
James runned like he never runned before to the command-centre,
James: what the hell is going on here, Helm: sir, I wish I knew but suddenly we heared,
a small blib on our scanners, it was closing fast but then it was gone, James: Gone? how the hell is that possible, that still doesn't explains why
we are not moving anymore, helm: that blib I said sir, just 10 seconds ago re-appeared and fired something at us,
which basicly knocked out our already damaged engines sir.
James slammed his fist on a open spot on the control table, a cup fell of the table,
luckely it was already empty, he looked at the head of security
James: make 2 armed teams ready to search out this ship, whatever hit us, it might be an intruder,
if its acting hostile don't hesitate to use necessary force, but only when it's acting hostile Mike: yes sir, on my way sir.
mike salutes to james and walks out of the command centre
Navigator: you should look out of the windows,
I think its wise to make a small detour,
James gets out of the captain's chair, and walks to the darkened window,
as James looked outside he saw nothing else then a giant minefield in front of his ship,
it was a scary sight. nervously james walked back to his chair,